I, just like some of you,
Would need to clean their shoes,
When the clouds would cry,
Often accompanied with a sigh,
Because mum had said so (and you know better),
That it's better to do it now than later,

There was a time when this pair was new,
I remember it, one of my treasured few,
I had walked across all sorts of muds and puddles,
And just like me, it was tattered from crossing all those hurdles,

And just like me, it was loose and worn out,
Dusty and scarred from the rocks on the pavements,
Maybe it wanted to...